Dream

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One quick slit down dotted black,
I know that there's no turning back,
Goodbye yesterday and tomorrow,
All you ever brought was sorrow,
So goodbye day and goodbye night,
Now I finally see the light,
One last breath and then I'm dead,
The voices still scream in my head,
Dream.

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